Michael G. Malaghan
Special to The Hawai‘i Herald
The cough from the bedroom sent a shiver down Haru’s spine. Her husband’s latest bout of the flu had dragged on for weeks. Ignoring the sound of a car rumbling to a halt in front of the house, she stood up from her Singer sewing machine to check on Kenji. But when two car doors slammed shut, sounding like gunshots, followed by the fast clip of two pairs of shoes smartly hitting the concrete stones leading to her porch, Haru turned her attention to the front door.